Inside a tattered animal-hide tent, the Giant Goblin Leiden nursed a cup of hot fruit wine brewed by the Centaur Race, trying to shake off the chill from a night on the move.
Though the night had been exhausting, a faint, irrepressible smile touched his lips.
In his eyes, it had all been worth it.
Not only had he averted the current crisis, but he'd also managed to join the camp of a human Baron. On top of that, Gus was still alive.
Everything had turned out far better than Leiden had imagined.
As a Giant Goblin with awakened Innate Wisdom, possessing an intelligence that far surpassed his kin, Leiden had always understood one thing with deep clarity.
In this day and age, humans were the undisputed masters.
It was the great tide of history—an unchangeable fact.
Just like the Titans of the Titan Era, or the Elves and Giant Dragons of the Magic Era.
